After Ricarda left there, Henry sat on a chair and dozed off thinking how she had those memories. And, if she was telling the truth, the reason why he couldn't die was really the curse?
Things aroused the doubts in his heart and he finally realised he should move on.
That room.
He should at least try to check what's inside.
He wished 'it' would be just a thug in a book. He got chills recalling its figure. He didn't want to see 'it' in real life.
After pondering a few more times, he stood up in front of the room gulping his saliva.
'Just entering the room won't erase my memories, right? Something must have happened there.'
He was kind of worried entering the room might erase his memories because he didn't see anything or he didn't remember anything that happened in that room.
'God please, don't let me see anything scary!'
